Page 8 of Working For Her Attention

SAM

I had been home for about twenty minutes after the longest day of my life.

The entire damn day, I’d been rock hard. Since I stepped out this morning and my eyes fell on Avery standing outside in nothing but that thin, threadbare nightshirt that clung to her soft curves in a way that made me want to trace her body with my hands and tongue and lips.

Hell, that little nightshirt made me believe in a higher power.

The sight of her engraved itself into my damn brain and I knew it would be one of the things I’d see as my life flashed before me on my death bed. Not only was her body on full display, but she was so damn adorable it made my teeth ache.

The perfect mix of sexy and sweet.

Everything inside of me, the primal being with baser needs, wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life in a way I knew it wouldn’t be satisfied until he not just had a taste but claimed her. Owned her.

Her soft sugary berry scent had clung to the air of my truck, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit the moment I came home from work, I’d shut the front door, leaned against it, undone my jeans, and pulled out my aching dick.

I shut my eyes the moment I spit on my palm and started to jerk off. Right there in the middle of my living room, like a fucking unhinged animal unable to control its baser urges.

The vision of her in that little nightgown, soft and warm and so fucking beautiful, drifted into my head. She would have tumbled out of my bed after a night of spoiling my princess with so much pleasure, she’d beg me to stop. I could see her walking towards me, kneeling in front of me and asking daddy for a treat. Carefully, with her delicate fingers, she’d pull my pants down and lick the underside of my shaft with her pretty, pink tongue. My hand would tangle in her wild mass of thick blonde hair as I filled her mouth with inch after inch of my cock.

I came embarrassingly fast with my princess’ name on my tongue.

Sweat dripped down my temples while I tried to catch my breath, my head against the wood of my front door. I slipped my shirt off and wiped myself off, leaving the top button of my jeans undone. Once my legs were strong enough, I walked into the kitchen for a glass of ice-cold water. Chugging it down, I gripped the edge of the counter and shut my eyes.

What the hell was I going to do about my sweet neighbor? I needed to get her attention, get her to trust me and let me in. Give me a chance. What happened to not shitting where you eat? The question floated in my head for less than a second before I batted it away.

Over the years, I’d learned an important life lesson: there would always be a million reasons not to do something, but the only regrets you ever had were the risks you didn’t take.

And I had a feeling taking a chance on my breathtaking neighbor would pay off threefold.

With my head on right and the decision made, I made my way to the fridge to figure out something for dinner when I heard it: a soft, barely-there, almost shy knock on my front door. Wiping my hands and face, I headed over and opened it without checking the peephole. Right there, standing at my front door, was my sweet princess. Her blue eyes widened as she stared at my bare chest.

“Avery? Everything okay?” She opened and shut her mouth as her face and neck turned the prettiest shade of pink.

“Yeah. Umm…” Her voice drifted to nothing. “So-sorry if it’s a bad time, I’ll just—“ She turned quickly, but I was quicker. When I reached for her hand, she looked over her shoulder.

“It’s not a bad time, princess. Never when it comes to you.” The term of endearment slipped past my lips, and I didn’t regret it one bit when hers parted and that small pink tongue I’d just been fantasizing about snuck out to drag its way over her top lip.

“Oh, umm, you sure?”

“Yeah, baby.” I smiled. With a gentle tug, I managed to pull her into my house and shut the door behind her. “What’s up?” Her eyes were set on my chest, her attraction and desire clear as fucking day.

She wants daddy as much as I want my princess. My greedy, horny little angel was checking me out. It made me feel like a goddamn king.

I stood straighter.

Taller.

All to help her get her fill.

I’d never been the kind of man who thrived off getting attention from women. But, Jesus, being under her gaze, having one hundred percent of her attention, felt intoxicating. I’d do anything to get it. Work day and night for her eyes to gobble me up like they were right now.

“I, umm,” she started to say, and I couldn’t help myself. It was like something took over, this primal, savage being that needed to be closer to her. I stepped forward and knew exactly how a predator stalking its prey, about to pounce, must feel. Her eyes widened as she stepped back but never took her blue eyes off me. Nor did she ask me what I was doing.

We did this little dance until I semi-caged her against the wall. Unable to keep my hands to myself, I touched her face, stroking her cheek with the pad of my thumb. So fucking soft.

“Tell me to back off,” I said, but the way she shook her head made me wonder if she was even aware of her actions. I shut my eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly.

“What did you need, baby?” I rasped, leaning just a little closer. I dipped my head and breathed in the scent of her shampoo. It was something clean and fucking mouth-watering.